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Rick Ross feat. Future "Neighborhood Drug Dealer Remix" (WSHH Premiere - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
Sam Sneak
Sam Sneak
Additional Vocals
Deshaunte Delancey
Deshaunte Delancey
Spoken Word
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
William Roberts
William Roberts
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, this shit's not to be played with 'round here Come through here, your ass will get it My nigga, I've been waitin' to holla at you, my nigga This shit crazy out here boy, don't nobody got nothin' out here boy Yeah nigga, I'm tellin' you nigga, you the hood billionaire nigga I'm talking about you boy, this shit where they believe in my nigga Oye flaco, es gordito Gimme a yell Richard boy want some more, nigga Uh, I'm your neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer Uh, it's your neighborhood drug dealer I'm your neighborhood drug dealer Neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer One, two, what it be? Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 Bet you hear my pipes rev when I tip the scale Rich forever, still a muscle and it never fails You a house nigga so they let you get the mail We in the back whippin' egg whites and crackin' shells Robbin' jeans for my team, pocket for the sale Pussy niggas gossip pray you die from gonorrhea Al Capone where I'm from that Benzo bullet proof Neighborhood dope boy you can get it too Fuck them pussy niggas catch they ass at Smoothie Kings Hundred missed calls after that new toolie rings Skip South Beach bitch bring it to the bridge For that change, put that thing right up to your ribs Uh, I'm your neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer I'm your neighborhood drug dealer Neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer One, two, what it be? Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23 Chevy SS, she heard I bump fire Got grow houses up and down through Pembroke Pines Say the streets count, I say it's 'bout time Bail hop, on my mama, been about mine Still pay my child support, in all trap money All 5's and 10's, can't touch my rap money She won't fuck with me, I'm hatin', yeah her pussy stank Meet your migo mama then you crack the piggie bank Dope boy dream, never lose it all Montgomery Alabama know we love the send 'em soft Baton Rouge's a Actavis and act a fool Neighborhood dope boy you should hit me too Uh, I'm your neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer I'm your neighborhood drug dealer Neighborhood drug dealer It's your neighborhood drug dealer One, two, what it be? Michael Jordan, white, bitch, 23
Writer(s): William Roberts, Leland Tyler Wayne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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